Novel & Cerita Basketball Dream

He wondered. Even if it was a dream, he felt that everything in that dream was so real. He also still remembered how the bride looked. She had long black wavy hair and also beautiful grey eyes. Then he talked to himself, "Will she be my bride? Was the dream a vision of my future like my others' dream?" Daniel was happy for that dream because he hoped that he could get married at the age of 23. It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride.

A plan began to cook in her head. "Do you want me to come with you? I can come in the place of Aisha. I will dress like a maid and all," Dream said and Aliyah began to shake her head. She would be in so much trouble if she did that at all. "I will keep you company and it is only for a few hours. I just love these balls, please," Dream begged and Aliyah sighed. Dream was not going to stop until she got what she wanted. "Just this night and nobody must know," Aliyah said and Dream jumped on her body.

"I'm not wasting anything. I'm helping you." "I didn't say that," she said gently. "But you can help me and still do more. You were born to do more." That night, over chipped mugs of tea, Mateo echoed her words. "You've got something in you, Jana. Something fierce. Like those women on the news who change laws and scare senators." I snorted. "I don't even have my diploma." "You will," he said. "If you want it." And I did.

My brother. I straightened. "Sorry, I have to take this. It's Liam–probably updating me on his cast or how mother has already signed him up for therapy." I rose and stepped away from the gazebo, the garden path curling ahead as I pressed the phone to my ear.

It was basketball, not military training. So, finally, here I am. On the court. Half naked, even though my body is sexy as fuck, but still. My dignity. I go get the ball, ignoring the snickers from the others. I'm sleep deprived and my finger is still throbbing. Prolly going to go numb soon. I bounce it and aim to throw it into the net. That doesn't fucking work, because I fall. I slip on someone's sweat and fall right on it. "Matheos 2, stop the games and fucking shoot this ball. And they said you're talented like your brother."

Kindly cooperate with us for further investigations. Laura broke a carefully manicured fingernail on her finger.

Nobody in my memory matched him at all. Then one night, after yet another late shift, I was scrolling through my phone like a zombie when a pop-up appeared out of nowhere. It had a cheap glittering border, the whole nine yards, a classic bottom-of-the-barrel web ad. It was for some app I had never heard of called Astra. I was about to close it when my finger froze in midair for three full seconds. The model on the landing page looked exactly like the man from my dreams. I could not bring myself to close it. Instead, I kept reading.